'If in doubt, get out' – someone told me that once. Can't remember who, why or even when. But it happened. Just like what's happening now. I'm desperately clutching the wound to my abdomen - I have to get out of here. Quick. Fast. They're coming for me; chasing me until I can't run anymore. My breath comes quick, comes fast, like a beating heart. Hot liquid seeps between my fingers. Time is running out for me, and it's going fast. A noise behind me. I try to run. But I can't. I trip, I fall. It's over. It's the end.
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